Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
Ninth Hand Of The Demon Lord
[????]: "You're skilled enough to track us down but foolish enough to come after us alone... Juri Heavenstone."
In a large, dark compartment that seemed like a cave, voices echoed. With a man's voice, there were a few that only seeded roots of inhuman, growling at the figure trapped inside.
There was a hint of light that emanated in from outside, only dimming more as time passed by. It was beginning to dusk.
[Juri]: "So, it was you. Nolan, The Ebony Black Tamer. Attacking and murdering our knights is an act against the treaty! This is an act of war!"
She held her sword up against the tall man who had a team of black creatures walking around them both.
They were all small in comparison to the one that Nolan had caressed, standing right beside him as its large teeth amounted to his head.
[Nolan]: "Perhaps, you could say it was me. But will you live to tell the tale?"
[Juri]: "That's a question to be answered... but if there was something that I had learned from my knights..."